Chasing I Do (The Eastons #1) Read Online Free PDF

she didn’t give in to threats. All she wanted was an honest conversation. And his brothers were right, the only one who could give her that was him.

Chapter 3
    The wedding was in full swing and already deemed a success.
    So why couldn’t Darcy pull herself out of the tailspin that Gage had started? He’d always had the ability to get straight to the heart of the matter, and today was no exception. Only this time, her heart hadn’t seemed to matter to him.
    Which was okay .
    She herself had made a lot of decisions in recent years where his best interests weren’t a factor. Something she’d thought about non-stop since she told him to take his offer and his dog somewhere else.
    Although, after a quick google search, she’d learned it wasn’t his dog, but it belonged to one of his clients. Stephanie Stone, to be exact. One of the most recognized names on the internet, a mover and shaker in the national media, and soon to be renamed Stephanie Easton.
    Hosting her wedding would be huge for Darcy—and Belle Mont House. And even though passing on the opportunity had been a smart move, it had left an unsettled feeling that was too intense to ignore. Which was why Darcy needed some perspective.
    Behind her, the sweeping music swelled as couples spun around the dancefloor in tuxedoes and elegant ball gowns, love and forever thick in the summer air. While above her, a million or so white lights twinkled, turning the rose garden and bubbling brook trail into a romantic paradise. But to Darcy, the most perfect part of the night was standing on the grass in front of the guest cottage, twirling under the stars.
    Darcy stopped at the edge of the foot bridge that separated the main property from her cottage, her heart swelling with love as she watched her two-foot-tall ballerina lead a neighbor boy around the lawn. Dressed in pink feetie-pajamas with little puppies scattered down the front, a pair of Darcy’s pumps, and a veil someone left in the bridal suite decades ago, was the reminder she needed.
    Darcy’s reason.
    “You didn’t start without me, did you?” Darcy asked.
    Kylie stopped dancing and turned around. The moment she saw Darcy her smile went radiant, and she let out a giggle that had the power to change the world.
    “Mommy,” she said, clapping her hands and jumping up and down, the heels of the borrowed pumps making little divots in the moist lawn. “Look, Sammy, it’s my mommy. Mommy, did you see us twirling?”
    “I sure did.”
    “I told her I should be twirling her ‘cuz I’m a boy, but she keeps twirling me,” Sam said, sounding put out.
    Kylie jabbed her little fists into her hips and said, “It’s only ‘cuz I know how to do it better. When you twirl me, you step on my veil.”
    And even though Sam was two years older, a foot taller, and hated playing princess dance party, he always seemed content to indulge Kylie. Even when he’d rather be playing video games. And it was clear by the sleepy eyes, he’d been playing the doting partner for a little while.
    “Well, that was very nice of you to play Kylie’s game with her, Sam.” Darcy looked at her daughter, prompting, “Wasn’t it Kylie?”
    “Uh huh,” Kylie said. Then, hands clasped in front of her, she started twisting side to side. “Thanks, Sammy,” she sang.
    Sensing his exit had finally arrived, Sam grunted, then ran inside the house, shouting something about video game time as he passed his mom.
    “Ten minutes, then it’s time to get ready for bed,” Jillian called back with a smile.
    Jillian Conner was the exclusive cake designer for Belle Mont. The two had met a few years back in Mommy & Me. But it wasn’t until Jillian’s husband filed for divorce, and she started baking sweets in her home to supplement her income, that the two bonded. Now, they were close friends, supporting each other through the trials and limitations that came with single-motherhood.
    Swapping babysitting hours, craft ideas, and sharing in the joy